In which I am a raving lunatic, for about one day

Yeah. I've been kind of crappy with the updating. But let me tell you, I had a long, not-so-good week. Last Friday, I began my first Clomid cycle. I was worried that I would become a raving maniac, because I have, shall we say, a history of the bad PMS. My poor, beleagured husband can attest to the extremity of my symptoms (although he will still seemingly purposefully incur my wrath by asking if I'm "on the fucking rag.").

Anyway, imagine my surprise when I seemed to be on an even keel. I took Clomid from Friday through Monday, happily popping my pills at the same time each night (as instructed), even trundling home from our local bar with a friend to do so before going back to have another cider. Everything was cool.

My doctor told me to take ovulation tests for a week after starting. My husband was going on an overnight business trip on Tuesday, so of course that was the night I got a positive test -- maybe, because I peed on the stick and then forgot to look at it again until 15 minutes had elapsed. Sigh. I went to bed early and decided not to worry. The following night I went to pick him up from the train station, and wouldn't you know that it was then that the hormones started kicking in? I cursed, screamed and generally acted an ass to all the other drivers on the road (though, in my defense, they were pretty bad drivers, and I'm not known for my patience on a good day). Things only worsened when we got home and Booby was irritated that I hadn't emptied the dishwasher or put away the dishes he had left out before going away. That didn't go down too well with Mrs. Hormones, and she let him know who was boss (i.e. not him). I threw things, sniveled and wondered if 8 months would be considered too early for divorce. Booby went to bed. We worked things out later.

Skip ahead to Friday morning, when I had scheduled a PK . My doctor informed me of a few things:

1. I was supposed to test the week AFTER the Clomid cycle, because it's been known to give false positives (ding ding!)
2. I had, as of that day, "gorgeous follicles" (I believe that means they are ready to go forth and be fertilized). She showed me them on the ultrasound screen and they just look like big black spots. She showed me my uterus, too.
3. Our PK results were the best the visiting gyno had ever seen (he is a man, very nice, but I'm not thrilled with male gynos; so sue me. He had a clammy handshake and didn't gel up the ultrasound wand to my satisfaction. I feel sad for his wife, whomever she is). Even my doctor pronounced it "A+". They let me look at the swimmers again. This test is one of the few that my shitty insurance company will actually foot the bill for, so that makes the experience a little more enjoyable than some others. They don't however, pay for the ultrasound.

I'm glad to have such visible results after just one go on the Clomid. Now we'll see if we can make this thing happen sometime soon.